Elly Laff, Ode to the Bluebook, 44 Gonz. L. Rev. 575 (2009).

When first your shiny cover I did turnAnd quickly passed my eyes across a pageMy heart and soul began a steady chumWith an overwhelming sense of violent rageFor months it seemed that we would never bondTo understand your codes would make me tireAnd how I longed to toss you in a pondOr set your spiraled pages all afire.And then one day I had a change of heartAnd saw you from a different point of viewThe comprehension hit me like a dartAnd your crumpled pages looked as if brand newAnd so it came to me that in the endThis bluebook. . .is nothing but a friend